What was the big deal? Didn't she think I could cope with a train journey of over six hours? (That's two and three quarter hours Aberdeen to Edinburgh, then three and a half hours Edinburgh to Newark North Gate).
Let me tell you again - I had an absolutely splendid time all round. I simply must show you some more photos.
|I had a great romp beside the River Trent, near Granny and Grandad's house|
|Then it was time to head back north on the East Coast train. We sped through the English countryside|
|I was having such fun as we passed through Durham station|
|Gail and I both enjoyed the view of Durham Cathedral|
|Although I was worried that the drinks trolley hadn't appeared..|
|Ah yes, here it is. Phew.|
|We had a wee break in Edinburgh, where we changed trains|
|I had time to inspect the gardens|
|And observe the street life|
|Back on the train I just couldn't stop smiling|
Sadly we didn't get a photo of the lovely man in the green sweater, who nearly burst into tears when I walked past on my way to the buffet car on yesterday's journey. He said I was the spit of a foxy he had who'd died a few weeks ago. He just wanted to stroke me, ever so tenderly. Gail later said, rather cynically I thought, no foreigner travelling to Edinburgh on that particular train carriage would have disembarked thinking that Englishmen suppress their emotions too much...
Anyway, on another matter. What is happening about the report on my Blogville Picnic water-related science experiments, I hear you asking. Well, I have to admit that the data have presented particular and unique challenges in interpretation and I still have some problems to resolve with the peer review committee. All will be ready for publication in a few days time, I am sure....
PS Gail wants to know if this post will earn us a free travel voucher...